Finally, I’ve completed my 7th Army ten-miler! After last year’s race I seriously thought 2014 would be my last Army Ten-Miler race – too many runners, inadequate planning, and metro woes sent me running towards the not-so-motivated camp – but after a very good race this year, I’m ready to sign up for the 2015 Army Ten-Miler.
Here’s a quick rundown of the race –
My wave started at 8:07, and with some 30,000 runners (~26K who finished), any motivated runner intent on competing and starting near the front of their wave probably needed to arrive at the Pentagon metro station no later than 7:15. Me? I woke up at 7:00 and managed to leave my home by 7:15. That’ll give you a hint about my motivation – initially.
I arrived at the Pentagon around 7:55 and managed to check some garments as the first two waves left. With a leisurely stroll to the starting line, I finally caught up with whatever wave started at 8:27. As you can imagine, for about the first two miles I was engulfed by a slow moving clusterfuck that frequently morphed into a mass of impatient humanity walking through tight turns. You can see most of this in my splits.
Mile 1 – 10:08
Mile 3 – 09:07
Mile 8 – 07:28
Mile 10 – 07:12
During the race, my mood changed significantly for two reasons –
1 – I woke up
2 – I saw something I’ve never seen before during an Army Ten-Miler race, and it was awesome
I’ve been baffled by the race day port-a-pottie rush for years. If you think a Metro delay or beltway traffic is annoying, be thankful that you don’t have to deal with race day port-a-pottie traffic. It’s insane!
Naturally, due to the intersection of culture, gender, and impropriety, at any race you will often find men who forego the port-a-pottie for the great outdoors. Why wait in an absurdly long line when you can just find a bush, tree, wall along the race course? You know what you don’t see too often? Women doing the same thing. You know what you will likely NEVER see? Women taking a squat, their backs to you, peeing in the median right next to the road you (and thousands of others) are racing on.
For the two women who managed to cut across a road full of runners and seemingly squat, drop their drawers, and pee in unison, I applaud your dedication to running, as well as your brazen air of self-confidence!
A Brief History Of Running The Army Ten-Miler
2013 Army Ten-Miler Blog Post: Running The 2013 Army Ten-Miler, The Unbearable Annoyance Of Waiting
2012 Army Ten-Miler Blog Post : That Cool, Brisk Air Is Caffeine (Note: I guess I got lazy, so this year I didn’t write anything post-race, but I did reference the 2012 Army Ten-Miler in my training.)
2011 Army Ten-Miler Blog Post : Running The 2011 Army Ten-Miler, Waves Of Insanity
2010 Army Ten-Miler Blog Post : Running The 2010 Army Ten-Miler, It’s A Family Thing
2009 Army Ten-Miler Blog Post : 2009 Army Ten-Miler : The Curious Case of Bib Number 41234
2008 Army Ten-Miler Blog Post : I Ran The Army Ten-Miler Today, Now Let Me Explain